When you get a certain amount of media attention, I think people are like, "Where's your other album?"

We all seek approval, and our mother's seal is usually the most important. The nitty gritty is that we have to accept ourselves, even if it is just to be ready for the next cut-down. Mom's blessing or not.

I shave my body in all kinds of ways, wear tons of eyeliner and dye my hair pink.

Not everyone wants to be sexy everyday, wearing tight dresses and spanx.

When you see a fantastic colour or cut in a magazine, perched up on some famous so-and-so's head, it's tempting to ask your stylist for the same, but DO NOT BE FOOLED. The hair in those fancy photos can be very high maintenance.

I have a lot of feminist idols. My favorite thing about growing up in Arkansas - well, not favorite but something I've always felt grateful for - was that I really had to dig for what I could. There was no Internet. There wasn't tons of feminist literature floating around.

You know, either I'm too fat or I'm flavour of the month. I don't feel either, but maybe I'm both, who knows?